Teenage girl has a crush on her local werewolf boy. Nothing out of the ordinary, no?
"I can't describe this feeling,
but that's you.
It's how I see you.
And you glow, of course you do."
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Your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me
But I do, I finally do.
And you're an all-American boy
I guess I couldn't help trying to be the best American girl.
➹♡➷
The next day, was an exceptionally rare one: the twenty-fifth of May, Forks experienced an unusually sunny and hot day. The sun pierced through the typically dense cloud cover, bathing the town in warm light. The temperature soared, again, an anomaly in a place known for its cool and damp climate.
Residents emerged from their homes, shedding layers of clothing to embrace the unexpected warmth. The streets, usually quiet and misty, buzzed with activity as people relished the chance to enjoy the outdoors without the usual chill.
Children splashed gleefully in the shallow streams, seeking relief from the heat, while couples wandered hand in hand along forest trails, basking in the sunlight filtering through the trees.
In the nearby woods, the normally mist-shrouded trees stood tall and sun-dappled, inviting hikers to explore their lush depths.
We were at La Push once again and we took advantage of the beautiful day －and Jacob's father's absence－ to move the motorcycles outside and work on them while bathing in the sun.
"Here..." I handed the picture to Jacob.
He turned around to look at me and smiled at me, "Oh, sweet."
He stood up from the crouching position, cleaned his hands from the oil with a not much cleaner rug and took it in his hands, "André! I told you we would've looked like models!" He joked in my cousin's direction, but he didn't know how right he was. "Of course!" André laughed back in response, then returned to talk to Bella. They were sitting on a tablecloth situated on the grass since we decided to have a small picnic. They were pretty far from us, so I felt more comfortable and less pressured as I tried to continue the conversation with Jacob.
"Yeah, you came out pretty good." I smiled at him, sincerely. "Thanks." He smiled back while putting the pic into the back pocket of his dirty jeans, but then immediately crouched and turned his attention back to the bike.
I quickly sat on the stool on the other side of it, where Jacob was previously sitting, and leaned forward to have a better look at his skilled hands handling the different parts of the motor.
"So... do you still need new parts for this thing?" I inquired.
He briefly looked up at me from what he was doing and replied, "We need a lot of things to make this thing roar again," he pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his face with those greasy hands, and I cringed, "Starting with a pair of new tires." He snorted.
